"He's a darling," Ellie agreed, subdued. She didn't like the belligerent tension she felt crackling in the air between the angel and the demon, and couldn't help but feel at least partly responsible for it--although in all fairness, at least this time, she hadn't done anything. Well, except invite Crowley to sunbathe with her, but he could have miracled up his own damn towel.

Feeling exposed, she unobtrusively conjured herself into jeans and a t-shirt, hoping they'd simmer down and go to dinner or...something that didn't involve speaking so coldly to each other.